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78 · Apr 2019
Haiku #7 - By the fire
How you look at me

Is much different than how

I have looked at you.
Before I leave for another day's work,
I click on the television.
'Tornado has ripped through a rural area last night in Oklahoma,
five people have been reported dead and countless others missing and injured' .
And then I turn the radio on, on my way into work...
'There were three reported gunned down outside of a restaurant in the quiet village of Eden' .
'Suicide bombers **** twenty outside a market in Iraq and ISIS has claimed responsibility ' .
These reporters, almost stone like talk about these deaths like it's normal,
and well.... I guess it is but why does it have to feel like it's normal?
Would you want anyone to talk about your end of life like it's just another day....
coldly, matter of factly while moving on to the next "news worthy" story?
Listen, it's already June.
I swear that I can still taste the bad fruit cake from Christmas.
And then I wonder....
where have these last 6 months gone so quickly?
I painfully have friend after friend, or so it seems almost weekly arriving at their end of life.
I cruised by 50 years old years ago,
and it seems like yesterday.
One half of a century old....
becoming a relic.
We all have an expiration date,
especially "relics",
I get that!!!
I just don't think it needs to be treated so "normally", sooo...' the sky will be blue tomorrow y'all '.
I certainly can't slow the hands of time, nor do I want to!
Not to mention...
the sands of the hour glass will continue to run'eth .
I understand now that time seems to be in cooperation with NASCAR,
and is now just racing on by.
That's when I think...
unfortunate, untimely ends of life are not normal,
and I just wish that human beings would stop treating them as such.
Most people do make an impact on many closest to them and others.
Just because you are ignorant to their impact does not merit their end of life to be treated and talked about soooo Golem like.
Lest we forget....one day soon will be your very own end of life too.
It's coming around the track at breakneck speed with a series of left hand turns....
and there's no "right way" around it.
Just remember...
"Normal" is never ever normal!!!



written by me... ..
78 · Apr 2019
I am many things
I'm a skywriter °

I'm the serene, the quieter °

I'm the smell of a carnival °

I'm the clown you're unafraid to call °

I'm a truth bomb °

I'm a melody, a Sunday Psalm.

I'm the smell of fresh cut grass °

I'm the rain that helps nature last °

I'm the bed that hugs you at night °

I'm the bird that sings at first light °

I'm the sight for sore eyes °

I'm the hello after all goodbyes °

I'm the anchor in a raging sea °

I'm here for everyone, not just me °
78 · Jun 2019
Untitled
Time;

it always
leaves me
counting.

Even
Edgar Allen Poe.

And I
count the days
until I will
haunt
some of
you.
77 · Feb 2019
Poe-and those like him
I have read many a word from a favorite of mine, Edgar Allan Poe.

Inspiration overwhelms me and his words I often keep in tow.

Macabre, a man that made his own paths, plodded through the quagmire.
A man that was a little off, outnumbered  and unafraid are traits that I admire.

Dark?
Sure, if you are as deep as a thimble full of h2o.

Dark?
I laugh....only as dark where the shadows of cowards grow.

Don't be afraid of those that dare to be different and walk alone.
Don't be afraid of their echoing, stand alone tone.

Poe and those like him are not shadows that cowards like you need to fear!

Poe and those like him are the only ones on this planet that live to keep things real.
75 · Jun 2019
The "bright side"
Hospice has
bird feeders
and
deer feeders.
The serenity
is almost
story book.

Today?
Impending
death was
sunny
and 75...
and
paradise like.
I watch
squirrels run
for a
light hearted
laugh
in the tree'd
courtyard.

I watched
a squirrel
run from a
bird
that ran
from a
deer.



written by me... ..
75 · Aug 2019
Pøę haiku
Death is remembered

at roadside memorials

as i pass by them
75 · May 2019
Raindrop lips
Till this day I still taste that very first kiss
Right then and there I knew it was something
to miss
Those two sweet lips as pure as cane sugar
A kiss I knew that I always wanted to fight for

Like the innocence of a butterfly
Those kisses left me wanting and you didn't even have to try
And
the molasses of your voice never left me wondering why?

In the rain I would catch each drop from your upper lip
Thirstily lap them up
and leave nothing for anyone else
....not even one sip.

written by me... ..
75 · Jun 2019
Scared?
Don't
be afraid
of death.

It's
coming
for you too!


written by me... ..
I torture myself
everyday with my mind...
with my thoughts.

Unsure what
to make of what I do
and,
why I feel like
I need to do this
to myself.

But -

I drive home from work,
and I think.....
I just know that -
as I breathe ....
some person,
some animal,
some wonder of God's creation is...
breathing their
last breath.

Somewhere,
someone....
some animal is
being tortured
for no good reason.

The fight for life
at the very moment
I think these thoughts in my mind is taking place.

A last stand -
a barbaric brutal
fight too breathe....

I can't apologize
to my mind
for these thoughts  because...

these thoughts are what make me....me .

Sometimes
I just...

I just wish -
my thoughts would
stop and -
let my mind...
be free.



written by me... ..
75 · Jul 2019
i'll never be happy
why i can not
ever be,
fully happy.

because,
within one mile
of leaving
my home for
work in the
mornings,
there is always
road ****
that my eyes
always find
and that my heart
aches and
breaks for.

within one mile
of leaving
my home to
'hopefully',
start a fresh day
happy and
smiling just,
never
lasts long enough.

that one image
of death,
no matter how
insignificant that
you may think
that;
squirrel's
rabbit's
cat's
bird's
life is to you,
means something
totally different
to me!

that's a life;
period
end of story!

a life that
suffered.
a life which
i wish that
i could restore.

and my sadness
overwhelms me
knowing full well
that i do not
harness that type
of power and that
tomorrow this
will only be,
deja vu.

i think to myself;
why am i
still here?
what have i
done to deserve
to still walk
this earth?
why must
others suffer so?
whether they
be man, pet
or beast,
why must
they suffer?

it's then
i think;

here i am,
lying in bed with;

a roof over
my head.
food in my
pantry and
refrigerator.
water to hydrate
myself with.
a family that
loves me.

why?!?!

why do i
deserve these
things?!?!

and why do
the roakill
and every other
starving,
thirsty,
homeless,
unloved deserve
their fate?

why?!?!

this is why
i can never
be happy,
REALLY happy
because i will
never allow
myself to be
happy because
of all of the
death
cruelty
and unhappy
events around
me.

my heart has
been broken
beyond repair
but as a sponge
it still
works great...

sadly for me
and my
unhappy life.
74 · Jan 2019
We Poets
Poets are never ending romantacists on a moonstruck Caribbean beach with ambiantic waves kissing a star soaked horizon

Poets are flames that flicker from a lover's breath and that whispers their name under candlelight sight and forever's caress

Poets are also earthquakes, hurricanes and tornados because we yearn for great storms in life to write

Poets are the artists that create pictures with words that trace your lips and tense your body with climactic fantasies

We poets are song writers in 5 minutes notice, greeting card and love letter writers

We poets are what many crave to be or yearn to be with.

Because, once you're with a poet you aren't ever going back!
74 · Jun 2019
Summer rains
Body cooling rains bathed me, under the charcoal canopy -

   From my chin the storm drips, like leaves that fall from a tree -

   In puddles I leap, as if I once again were three -

   Winds whispering in my ear, "like me, you are free" -

   Come with me ...

    Come with me ...

     This storm too, will crawl towards the turbulent sea -

     They all seem to lose their power eventually -

     Nevermind the umbrella, nevermind the wet feet -

   Allow the summer rains to bathe you, continuously.



      written  by  me... ..
Raymond's in his Sunday best
He's usually up to his chest in oil and grease
There's the Martins walking in
With that mean little freckle-faced kid
Who broke a window last week
Sweet miss Betty likes to sing off key
In the pew behind me

That's what I love about Sunday
Sing along as the choir sways
Every verse of amazing grace
And then we shake the preacher's hand
Go home into your blue jeans
Have some chicken and some baked beans
Pick a backyard football team
Not do much of anything
That's what I love about Sunday

I stroll to the end of the drive
Pick up the Sunday times, grab a coffee cup
Looks like Sally and Rob finally tied the knot
Well, it's about time
It's thirty-five cents off a ground round
Baby, cut that coupon out

That's what I love about Sunday
Cat-nappin' on a porch swing
You curled up next to me
The smell of jasmine wakes us up
Take a walk down a back road
Tackle box and a cane pole
Carve our names in that white oak
Steal a kiss as the sun fades
That's what I love about Sunday

New believers getting baptized
Mama's hands raised up high
Havin' a hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face
That's what I love about Sunday
That's what I love about Sunday
73 · Jul 2019
Tired and anxious
If I never
lived to see
another July,

would I care?

With the torment
and anxiety
of every day
daily life,

probably not.

Life is just not
fun anymore.

It feels laborious,

much like
a chore.

It hurts to
wake up.

It hurts to
go to work.

It hurts
to sleep.

Maybe it's time
for,

the "Lord my
soul to keep".

Remove me
from this
tortured life.

And from
my body,

remove the
knife.
73 · Jun 2019
I had a friend once
I had a friend once...

It could be argued that she was my best.
The way she dropped all and everything for me,
oh....and that pouty look...
so much more genuine than the rest.

A connection and a bond that came so naturally.
The more we hung out,
friends forever, destined were her and me.

We would marvel at lightning shows or just people passing by.
Our fun was never manufactured,
it was something the word hard never had to try.

Never any pressure, just enjoyment of the fun that we had.
Regrets were zero, we weren't just a fad...
I wish we had more time ....
and for lack of,  I am certainly mad!

But....I had a friend once...yes back in the day...
She can not be replaced....

I was the horse....
and she was my hay...




written by me... ..
72 · Aug 2019
Untitled
so,

when we finally get together

i am going to need hours with you
because,

there are parts of you that i know that i am going to want to linger in longer than others

and after we at long last become one,

and our bodies lie limp from passion's exhaustion...

i want to fall asleep with my ***** inside of you

so that when we awaken and your hips begin to gyrate once again,

those unforgettable hours can begin to be repeated all over again
71 · Jul 2019
Honey sweet lips
There are lips to die for

There are lips to fall in love with

There are lips that I long to hear whisper my name

Your lips seem to mesmerize me

Your lips;

they are as sweet as the sweetest honey bee
71 · Jul 2019
Leave tomorrow to kismet
undone

      is...

once what i had begun.

       over the shoulder

      never again...

            i've made each shoulder colder.

sneaking a peek

            i won't...

                up ahead is all i seek.

     past and history

   an era...
    
              now left in darkened mystery.

              i knew you once i admit

and

          we tried each other on....

but

      some clothes just never fit.

        memories are forever

              store them away...

   just, don't let them rule you....ever

            into every tomorrow's sunset

                   step firmly

and

leave tomorrow to kismet.
70 · Jul 2019
Untitled
I've
never been
to you

and

you've
never been
to me

If
we were?

Together
we would
make three
70 · May 2019
My drive home
I gaze upon the many,
the many that wear a frigid stare,
eyes that appear so cold and lifeless,
the brain behind them that doesn't care.

Emotionless movement, just going through the motion,
perched on a porch, ain't nothing constructive,
blackened hearts and angry vibes,
the look of a criminal and all that will be destructive.

I feel so unsafe as I lock every door,
aware in Kansas, anymore I am not,
I pray for their souls in hopes they see light,
how they were loved in their life, and hadn't forgot.




written by me... ..
70 · Jun 2019
Patience
As death
circles
like a
desert vulture,
a
gentle calm
settles in.



written by me... ..
70 · May 2019
Monolithic
You've
never tried
my skin on,
have you?

You
haven't.

Then
shhhhh.



written by me... ..
What is
on
one's mind
when they
know that
they
are dying?

That
blank stare
is not
so blank.


One will
never know
until
they
themselves
are dying.




written by me... ..
69 · Jul 2019
Butterfly (haiku)
Oh ye butterfly

   A beauty that need not try

         To catch a love's eye
69 · Jul 2019
Untitled
I never
noticed before,
the deep blue
of your eyes
and the way
that they
mimic a
cloudless
summers sky.

I never
noticed before,
an eagles flight
and the
confidence of
which they fly.

I never
noticed before,
how red
the color
of your lips,
and how much
they resemble
a dew
moistened rose.

I never
noticed before,
the depth
of your beauty
while striking
my favorite pose.

I never
noticed before,
how my
heart skips
a beat
when I just
simply ...
think of you.

I never
noticed before,
when it's
just you
and me...

the population
goes away
and in the world ..

it's just us two!

Poetry is
   what you are..

poetry that I
   long for whether,

     near or far.
Life

    It's not recyclable

       Winds of beauty waft by your senses

          Ignoring God's poems and artistry

Cultured you may not be

      Unrefined and raw

As you read this

  Mouth corners curl up

         Smirk on face

               Who is he to assert?

  No one really

        Just an artist like Him

               Procrastinate if you must

One day there will be no need

      To procrastinate

             Your time will be done

The birds will still sing the most serene morning serenade

          The moon will still bathe in hues that one has trouble putting into words

                The sky will appear to be washed in water color upon an artist's easel

And you....

          No more smirking as if you know or knew better

                Nope....

Just another dead soul wasting and rotting away....

            Opportunities now gone

But -

     No longer procrastinating.
68 · Jan 2019
Untitled
I'll kiss your scars

if....

you kiss

mine.
68 · Jul 2019
Untitled
a kiss
without
the hug
is like
the flower
without
the fragrance
68 · May 2019
Goodnight
There's a stray cat in the alley
A homeless man with no shoes walking in the rain

Crowded cemetery after cemetery on this well known route I travel

It's now 11:43 PM and I hear no birds
Just the sound of a fan that is blowing on me
And the neighbor pulling into her driveway with her 4 cylinder car
I'm sleepy yet awake
My bare feet are outside of the sheets because they always have to be

It's now 11:47 PM

Still no birds to be heard
Still sleepy yet awake
Crickets become my lullaby in concert with the fan blades

And life goes on
Goodnight



written by me... ..
68 · Jun 2019
Untitled
With
each breath
I am
closer
to death.


written by me... ..
67 · May 2019
Skeleton key
I know that some of you misunderstand me -

Judge me -

Hate me .

And frown faced -

I have to be okay with that .

I can't make everyone love me -

Because ; this IS life -

It's the way that it's going to have to be.

Just know -

I don't hate thee -

Even if you continually have parades of bashing me.

I have no thirst to tarnish or hurt anyone deliberately -

Rather -

I'd love to be everyone's skeleton key.

But -

That's impossible - and I know that realistically -

I feel the weight of heavy chains daily -

Just -

One day I hope to unlock them and be free -

One day, I hope that skeleton key frees me, unselfishly.

Allowing me to once again be free.

But, go ahead, judge and hate me if it allows you, yourself to frolic freely -

I'll get over it -

I've never been about the shades of grey fulfilling me !



written by me... ..
67 · Jun 2019
Untitled
Girl;
don't go away mad.

I never
even
asked you
to
go away.

We are all
a masterpiece
unfinished.

Unfinished
but,
in no way
diminished.


written by me... ..
https://youtu.be/QNCM8IjtQ-o
66 · Jun 2019
Untitled
The cosmic feeling that overwhelms you when you find a soul like in this video that simply....makes you smile when you breathe them in.
https://youtu.be/kORWY6TteXQ


Connections like this are to be written about.
I've been compared to Tom Cruise/Rob Lowe/John Stamos back in the day.

Let's just say that back in the day and still NOW, this 'Top Gun' still has fun breathing in the souls of those worthy.
66 · Jun 2019
Untitled
until death
do us
heart.

it's the
only one
that
i've got.
66 · Jun 2019
Untitled
Do not
conform
to the
pattern
of the
world

Anchor
yourself
to
your
own
wave

Or drown
with
the
sharks


written by me... ..
65 · Jan 2019
Untitled
She wanted the world

So I gave her, me
65 · May 2019
Eggshells
As her
voice of
jealous
raging
cracked;

thus did
my heart.


written by me... ..
I hoard emotions

I save them for poetry

I don't share my tears
64 · Jul 2019
Untitled
This sunset is
remarkable

I have never
felt so alive

The sun
hovers over
the horizon
like a boss
63 · Jul 2019
Untitled
Six
  feet
    of
      dirt
        make
          all
            men
              equal
Moonlight kisses with a nibble and a bite

Your long black hair on fire from the starlight

Lips so full and as warm as our bonfire

If I said this were perfect would you call me a liar?

Your shadow against my Chevy; and you're swaying those hips

My hands become so sweaty, i'm afraid of losing grip

Your back pressed up against the hood of my truck

Hoping;
this night will never end with any kind of luck

The boom from the thunder drove you right in my arms

And cool summer rain had you drenched in my charm
62 · Jul 2019
Untitled
don't be afraid
of their
thorns

go ahead,

go out
and find
another
rose

we all
have thorns

we all
have our
storms

as the storm
trickles down
your thorny
stem
remember,

one day... ..
you will be
here again
62 · Feb 2019
Red
Red
"Red"

Red.
Red can be fire.
Red can be rage.
Red can be love and desire.
Red can be forever imprisoned in a cage.
Red is not the color of love.
Red is the color of spilled blood.
Red is no cherub flying around with an arrow.
Red is the screams of tomorrow's echoes.
61 · Jan 2019
Untitled
There is always
one thing, that
I am sure to do
when I am
around you

I am sure
to disguise how
I am always
******* you
with my eyes
61 · Apr 2019
Untitled
As we laid side by side,
after ***;

she talked about life like
it had... ..

just begun for her.

The sun danced and the air warmed as she spoke.

It's then she said;

life is complete,
with you.

Those nights of dancing with shadows;

those nights of longing to hold you are over.

Life - she said;

"my life has finally begun with you".
61 · Jan 2019
Untitled
You frame your own self loathing when casting aspersions of those that left you behind

Your window is a fractured rendering of a broken image

The adolescent tone of your written words is a sign

Your wounds are clearly deep for which there is no bandage

They must have really hurt you for you to write about them all of the time

Move on because in this life they are someone that you are meant to miss

Your spite filled pen, heart and tongue will never bring back their kiss upon your lips

You're not even a beautiful mess
You're just a mess

Worry about yourself and think about them less

Stop longing for their caress

Your love for them is truth and not something that you need to confess

Repair your window of broken glass
Your shattered vision of what was, will never bring back the past
61 · Jun 2019
Thee one
One name.
Tip of the tongue.
Forefront of the mind.
Starts forest fires.
Sleepless nights.
Endless pacing.
Stomach of butterflies.
Palms of sweat.
Diamond in the rough.
Oasis in the desert.
The other side of the pillow.
Lucky number seven.
Delish as your favorite dish.
The one name that has power.
Power to light the world.
To light the soul of every man.
To light that fire that burns within.
Eyes as deep as the deepest ocean.
A mind that enlightens you.
Intrigues you.
Intrigue is key.
Keeps you on your toes.
Cools the hot sand beneath your feet.
Brings you a seashell,
under the moonlight,
incredibly...
shaped like a star.
Stars that fall from the sky before your beauty.
The wind carries your perfume to me.
The waves crash against the shore...
I hear your name..
one name.
Defenseless I am....I know.



written by me... ..
Don't
hide,

don't
run
away

because;

God's
not
done
with
you.

Keep
it
together

because;

He
will
get
you
through.

Cancer
can
knock
down
my
door

but;
with
Him
my
home
is
fresh
and
new.

His
light
is
my
favorite
hue,

and
His
promise
my
glue.


written by me... ..
60 · Jan 2019
Untitled
Forgive me but,

I seem to have
left some of
my words
deep inside
those gaping
wounds of yours

Retrieving them
is of no interest
to me

I may even,

push them in
deeper when the
opportunity
arises

I missed vital
organs intentionally,

for now anyway.
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